I think we have forgotten how to feel. I think we have forgotten how to lay down against the cool grass with arms and legs spread open and muscles at ease, face toward the warm sun and rocks under our backs. I think we no longer can recall the way water feels when it asserts its momentary strength onto man when he dips his hand in and for a moment, the water holds on. I believe we no longer can look up to the clouds or at a mountain and quiver under the colossal presence it possesses reminding us that we feel vulnerable. I think we ignore the wind on our faces, pretending it does not make our hairs stand on end because we do not know how to interpret the beauty in that truth. I feel we have grown detached from the world and each other, that we are trying to go on without feeling anything because we are too afraid or too distracted to care. I believe that in forgetting these things and reducing them to merely scientific stimuli, we refuse to accept that we are meant to feel, that in our very human existence we MUST feel. I think we ignore what is unfamiliar and complex because it overwhelms us and therefore requires our attention and time, two factors society tells us not to give willingly. If we forget our feelings, ultimately we force ourselves to go on living empty and displaced lives. Only until we understand, not only the sensory feeling of pain we receive from a thorn in our foot, but also what that physical feeling makes us feel on a grander scale, will we remain sensationally and emotionally unfulfilled, left wondering why we are such.